歌手: A.C. Newman
时长: 03:49
The Troubadour (游吟诗人) - A.C. Newman[00:00:00]
You walk the broken stones still warm the sunlight calculates its form[00:00:24]
Some quick shadow newly worn the idea spinning in your arms[00:00:30]
Could it be we've won[00:00:38]
At the various routes of promise have converged[00:00:40]
The troubadour is here you heard the youngest son alive with firsts[00:00:44]
About to learn about to burst but still turning from the worst[00:00:49]
From the fight and the flight that was too late one night[00:00:59]
That stopped me at the door that stopped me at the door[00:01:06]
Too late to be what you were just before[00:01:12]
It stopped me at the door stopped me at the door[00:01:17]
Oh you couldn't know unless you'd been there before[00:01:23]
The child king recklessness it fades floored like all the service trays[00:01:40]
The nurses take them all away you're all done counting what you've made[00:01:46]
It is enough and nothing paid[00:01:54]
A kiss is blown a kiss to cry for till one day it[00:01:57]
Makes you smile[00:02:01]
It will take time a long long while the country's in its dream of gold[00:02:03]
You're flashing young and old[00:02:11]
You're going right to your flight it's leaving tonight[00:02:16]
It stopped me at the door it stopped me at the door[00:02:22]
Oh you couldn't know unless you've been there before[00:02:28]
It stopped me at the door stopped me at the door[00:02:33]
Too late to be what you were just before[00:02:39]
It stopped me at the door stopped me at the door[00:03:07]
It stopped me at the door stopped me at the door[00:03:13]
It stopped me at the door stopped me at the door[00:03:21]